Letting Go…

They say that time heals all hurts. I suppose in a way that may be in true, but in others I don’t buy it. In two days time it will be the 10 year anniversary since my mother passed away. She had cancer growing in her heart, a place that no chemo or surgery could fix. Her diagnosis was a shock. Her anticipated lifespan far too short.

My mother was a strong woman. She loved to laugh. She loved to create beautiful floral arrangements. She was gifted.

I miss her.

After ten years I have come to realize one thing. You never fully let go.

The 24th anniversary of my father’s death is coming up in a month and a half and the reality of it can still sideswipe me in a single moment. I don’t think we’re supposed to fully let go because then we let go of the good memories along with the maybe not so good.

My dad died of cancer, too, but while the specific one that took his life was swift, there were many rounds prior. He fought valiantly. {{{{hugs}}}}